East Ridge — Early Morning
The city was silent, empty streets reflecting the pale gray sky. The remnants of Cobra Kai were still visible — shattered windows, scorch marks, the faint smell of smoke lingering in the air.
Andrea stood at the edge of the parking lot, Hawk's motorcycle at her side. Her eyes scanned the dojo one last time. Everything she had loved, everything she had fought for, everything she had lost — it all ended here.
Her fists clenched. The steel baton in her hand felt heavy, almost symbolic. Every strike she had landed, every friend lost, every ounce of darkness she had embraced — it all led to this moment.
She walked toward the dojo. The doors hung off their hinges, the glass scattered across the floor. Inside, the walls were filled with graffiti, blood, and memories that could never be erased.
Andrea paused, breathing in the cool air. "This is it," she whispered to herself. "The end of Cobra Kai… and the end of me here."
She set the duffel bag down, pulling out flares, gasoline, and a small container of accelerant. Carefully, methodically, she poured the gasoline over the main training floor, over the pictures, over the reminders of everything Cobra Kai had been.
Tory had warned her once that destruction wouldn't bring peace. Andrea didn't care. This was her closure — her vengeance, her tribute, and her farewell.
A single spark from the flares hit the fuel. Flames roared to life, consuming wood, walls, memories. The fire crackled and hissed as the dojo began to collapse. Andrea stepped back, watching the inferno consume every corner.
"This is all that's left of us," she whispered. Her eyes, for a moment, softened, glistening with tears. But then the cold mask returned. The world had taken everything — friends, family, love. Nothing remained to soften her heart.
She turned, walking back to the motorcycle. Every step felt like dragging a lifetime of pain behind her.
Johnny's Apartment — Same Morning
Johnny sat alone, a beer half-empty on the table. He stared at the television showing the fire consuming the Cobra Kai dojo.
"No… no, it can't be," he muttered. His hands shook, gripping the bottle.
Daniel, Amanda, Sam, and Chozen were with him — watching silently. Daniel's eyes were heavy with exhaustion and grief. Amanda's hand trembled as she held her chest, trying to contain the panic.
"She's gone," Chozen finally said, voice low. "Andrea… she did it. She finished her mission."
Johnny's head fell into his hands. "I failed them. All of them… I failed Hawk, Robby, Miguel… everything."
Daniel placed a hand on Johnny's shoulder. "She's gone. But maybe… maybe now, there's a chance to rebuild."
Amanda shook her head, tears running freely. "Rebuild? Daniel… she's gone. Everyone's gone. How do we rebuild from this?"
Daniel closed his eyes, a deep, painful sigh escaping him. "We survive."
Airport — Later That Day
Andrea's motorcycle roared through the empty streets, heading toward the airport. The rain had stopped, leaving wet roads reflecting the gray, overcast sky.
She handed over her ticket at the counter, moved through security, and found a quiet seat by the window.
The boarding announcement echoed over the speakers. Andrea sat alone, staring at the runway. The world beyond the glass looked normal — oblivious to the destruction she had left behind.
She pulled out her phone, scrolling past pictures of Hawk, Miguel, Robby, Tory, and even Zara — faces that once filled her life with color now only haunted her memories. Her fingers trembled, but she didn't cry. Not yet.
As the plane lifted off the ground, Andrea pressed her forehead to the window, watching Atlanta disappear beneath the clouds. Flames, blood, laughter, betrayal — everything was left behind.
Her eyes were full of pain, hollow yet burning with the memory of everything she had lost. Andrea closed her eyes, letting the hum of the engines mask the world's quiet judgment.
She whispered softly, almost to herself:"Goodbye… Atlanta. Goodbye, everything."
The clouds swallowed the city. The last trace of Cobra Kai's darkest daughter vanished into the sky.
Final Scene — Flight to Germany
Andrea's reflection stared back at her in the plane window. Her hair clung to her face from rain, her eyes red but resolute.
No one knew where she was. No one knew what she would do next. Cobra Kai was gone. The war was over. But Andrea Johnson — the survivor, the ghost, the avenger — was still out there.
And somewhere deep inside, beneath the armor of rage and darkness, a tiny ember of grief remained — a reminder that even the coldest hearts had once loved, and once lost.
The plane soared into the clouds. The world below was empty, quiet, and still. Andrea clenched her fists, letting the pain settle, knowing that Atlanta — and everything she had fought for and against — would never touch her again.
For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself a single breath of relief.
The war was over.
But the ghost remained.
THE END
(Andrea's legacy isn't over. Spin-off coming soon.)